Time 1235. In my kitchen waiting for the fruit toast to pop out of the toaster.
Sitting with pen in hand I’m in two minds as to whether I am glad this challenge is over with this post or sad. A snapshot of a brief moment. Fleeting thoughts now saved forever. It’ll give me back my book reading time not doing this but it won’t make that dashed book any more enjoyable. I wonder what time Mum will arrive. She’s really enjoying reading my manuscript out loud and it is helpful. We all like to be useful or needed. Or loved and wanted. Must remember to water that bonsai later.